Page 19 of The Risk of Rogues
He lifted up her shift to stare at the delicate curls between her thighs, as bright a red as the hair on her head.
When the cool air hit her thighs, her eyes shot open. “What are you doing?”
“Looking. Savoring.” He grinned up at her. “Wondering how you taste.”
Her mouth dropped open. Then she surprised him by squeaking out, “Why don’t you find out?”
He chuckled. Leave it to Anne to be eager for any experiment, no matter how outrageous. So he tried it... and discovered that she tasted every bit as heavenly as he’d imagined. He could easily get used to this—the musky smell and silky feel of an aroused Anne on his tongue as he brought her to the brink of madness.
As she broughthimto the brink of madness. His cock was about to explode out of his trousers, and he felt like a green lad with his first woman.
But this was Anne, soon to be his wife, and he had to make it wonderful for her. She barely trusted him about their future finances, so in this one thing he must show her she could trust him entirely. He must control himself until she found her release, or she might think twice about marrying him.
And he simply couldn’t have that.
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ANNE WAS GOINGout of her mind with pleasure over the mad things Hart was doing to her down there. She felt all tingly inside—and out—and her heart was racing. That couldn’t be healthy.
But he went on and on, making her knees weak and her heart shiver until she thought her bones might melt and she might swoon into a puddle on the floor.
“Hart... my word,Hart...”
Still, he continued lashing at her with his tongue until he got her so hot and bothered that she started panting and pushing into him and—
“Anne, good God... you... I can’t...”
Suddenly he rose, and she felt bereft. “What did I do?”
“Nothing, love.” He unfastened his trousers, then dragged her legs up until he could hook them around his hips. “But I need to be inside you now, or we’ll be done before we’ve begun. Forgive me, darling.”
She didn’t know what he meant by being done before having begun or why that required forgiveness. She certainly didn’t know how he could be inside her, but it sounded right somehow.
No one had ever told her how men and women worked together in the bedchamber, but he’d put his tongue inside her, and it had felt good—verygood.
But it wasn’t his tongue that slid up between her legs now. It was something much larger. Good heavens.
“What isthat?” she asked.
“Me,” he said. “Inside of you.”
“Oh. Oh, dear.”
After they’d moved to the country, she’d seen two horses mating once. She’d asked all sorts of questions, and no one had been willing to answer her. But now it made sense. The male horse’s part had essentially been like a head fitting inside a hat, only longer and skinnier.
But Lord, hispart didn’t seem to fit. And it didn’t seem all that skinny, either. “Hart?”
“Yes, love?”
“Are you sure we are... the right size for each other?”
“Oh yes.” He surged up inside her until she was utterly filled with him in a way that was somewhat painful yet exhilarating. “We fit perfectly.”
He started to kiss her neck and fondle her breasts, and as he continued to caress and kiss her, she got used to that part of him intimately filling her... to warm to the sensation of having him so thick inside her, so much a part of her, sothere.
Then he started moving inside her. It was uncomfortable at first, but the more he did it, the more pleasant it became. And when he slipped his finger down between them to rub that same sensitive spot he’d been laving with his tongue before, all the frustration he’d roused earlier came to the fore.
Only this time, she could feel that it was nearing a sort of... something. He was driving her toward something.
